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“Okay. Good. I don’t know what to do.”
Knight sighs. “It’s okay, baby. Just go unlock the door like Lark asked you to do and wait there, okay? We’ll be there soon.”
“Right. The door. I need to do that.” I glance once more at Luna, rubbing at the pain in my chest before scurrying from the room.
“Do you want me to stay on the phone?” Knight asks, and I can hear that he’s moving.
Another shake of my head, followed by a curse because he can’t fucking see me. “No. I’ll be fine. Plus, it looks like Silva’s here. I’ll see you soon.”
I swing open the front door as Silva hurries up the walkway. “Where is she? Syrus is getting the doctor.”
“In her room.” I don’t follow her as she rushes up the stairs, waiting by the door for my omega.
I bite the inside of my cheek as panic and anguish course through me in waves.
What’s wrong with Luna?
It’s another hour before the doctor arrives, and by then the other widows have arrived—all but Lark, who’s currently in the air flying back to Widows Peak. She’s on the phone with Silva as the doctor checks her over.
Knight is wrapped around me, both of us staring at our mate on the bed. Ven and Mack stand just behind us, both of them touching Knight.
That must be nice.
“What’s going on?”Lark’s question comes through the phone, and I realize we’ve all fallen silent.
“Her body responds to stimuli. There aren’t any signs of a stroke, but we’d need to do imaging to confirm for sure.” She sighs, glancing around the room before her eyes find Silva. “Maybe we can talk privately?”
“No,” Knight barks. “She’s our mate. Anything you have to say, you say to all of us.”
Silva and the other widows turn to stare at him before Silva rolls her eyes and nods. “Ask your questions. If I decide it’s something they don’t need to hear, I’l decide then.”
The doctor nods. “Is it possible that something traumatized her? In Widows Peak, a lot of what I’ve seen has been triggered by trauma.”
“Fuck.”Lark’s curse has everyone’s attention turning to the phone in Silva’s hand.“It’s possible. I sent Luna some footage that Johan found of her brother’s compound. I didn’t have time to look it over before sending it. I should’ve waited. Is her computer there somewhere?”
“It’s on the bed,” I say, pointing to the other side of the bed.
It’s still open, and I’m surprised none of us thought to look at it.
Silva leans over and clicks the spacebar. “There’s a video pulled up. It’s paused on a man.”
A man? Her brother?
“Take a picture and send it to me.”It’s a demand, but Silva doesn’t hesitate. There’s a moment of silence before another curse.“What the fuck? How is that possible?”
“What?” Lexi asks, her voice shaky. “What is it?”
“That is Christian Cortes, who’s supposed to be dead.”
“Her ex? How?” Briar looks just as confused as I feel.
“That’s what I’d like to know. Doctor? I can almost guarantee this traumatized her. As far as she knew, he was dead.”Lark pauses.“I’ll be there in about four hours. I’m going to see what I can find out while I’m in the air.”
“We’ve got her, Lark,” Silva assures her. “We’ll be here when you land.”
The call ends, and my attention finds its way back to the doctor. “Now what?”
She sighs. “When we’re dealing with trauma and mental health, nothing is cut and dry. You said you’re her mates?”
